Again and again.
Tendons stretched and strangled.
Face poured flesh from head.
Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow.
My sense caught in a stone's throw and cleaner slates that keep track of all the baggage I tow.
Scrape wisdom of the tomb.
A mourning lost to secrets I'll never erase.
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